episode_0028

“Did you get permission?”

As soon as Yu Ye-hyang finished speaking, Cheong-yeon asked back with a serious expression.

Yeonjin used her superhuman strength to barely raise her head just before the tea spilled on her face, so Cheongyeon tapped the table with her small fingers.

“Do you need that?”

And in response, Yu Ye-hyang asked again with red light streaming from her bright red eyes like ruby.

Answering a question with a question is not a very good way to have a conversation.

However, Yu Ye-hyang is one of the few beings in the world who can use such language even against Cheongyeon, the great guardian of the Cheonmasingyo.

After asking a question, Cheongyeon pondered the question in return with her usual serious expression for a while.

“None.”

Cheongyeon nodded slowly and came to that conclusion.

No, of course there is a need.

That too, a lot.

Cheonma Shingong is the highest and strongest peerless divine art of Cheonma Shingyo, and is only permitted to Cheonma, the minor cult leader, and their direct descendants.

Officially, it is a martial art that only the leader and sub-leaders of the Cheonmasin Church can learn. If anyone else learns it, they must be killed immediately.

The Cheonmasingyo sect boasted a long tradition of its own, and the rules of places with history and tradition are usually strict, so it wouldn’t be strange for them to kill.

but.

“Can you teach the Heavenly Demonic Art in place of the main woman? If you don’t have any intention of stealing the divine art that is only allowed to the cult leader, then just quietly take your hand off.’

Yu Ye-hyang lifted the teacup she had been holding without even touching it, moistened her mouth with the tea, and spoke indifferently.

And surprisingly, Cheongyeon had enough sense not to say things like, “You’re the one who taught this person who isn’t even the leader.”

“Could I really have such a wicked heart? If I’ve mastered the Heavenly Demonic Art, then there’s nothing I can do.”

Cheongyeon nodded obediently and stepped back.

It was a sight that would have terrified Ma-noe, who had been trying to persuade her for three days since she volunteered to be the head of the Shaanxi branch.

After all, Ma-noe would grab Cheongyeon and shake her wildly while yelling, “What kind of son of a bitch killed Cheongyeon and made a mask out of her skin to disguise herself?”

But Cheongyeon, like Cheongyeon, did not back down until the very end.

“You should teach the Heavenly Demonic Skill. If not you, there is no one else who can teach you, but if you have already received the energy of the divine skill in your dantian, there is nothing you can do. However, when teaching sword skills, I cannot compromise on adding a word or two.”

It was a kind of strategic exit suggested by Cheongyeon.

I’m bored. But there’s nothing I can do about the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Instead, I will also help with the small details. This is a roundabout way of expressing my intention that I cannot compromise on this.

And although he took the initiative by striking a big blow from the beginning, Yu Ye-hyang cannot be completely satisfied if he is dragged into a dogfight.

In that part, Yoo Ye-hyang also concluded the negotiations after making dramatic concessions.

“It’s not that I can’t handle a sword, but I can’t help it since I don’t have a specific martial art as my main. Mangjong, since you are skilled with a sword, I’ll give in to you in that regard.”

“Good! Yes, this is how negotiations are done. How long are we going to be pointed at by the Central Plains guys as ignorant demonic cultists? We too should negotiate like this through intelligence and conversation, and make concessions where necessary.”

Cheongyeon nodded, giggling.

“Was this story going to end so simply?”

And with great difficulty, Yeonjin took out a handkerchief from her bosom and wiped her mouth. She watched the negotiation between the two with a bewildered face and muttered.

Negotiations must be conducted while observing the other party.

Yoo Ye-hyang knew from her many years of experience that this would work on Cheong-yeon.

Unless she’s an idiot and got her position as a cult leader through sheer gambling, she wouldn’t just yell out loud out of anger.

Considering Cheongyeon’s usual personality, he knew that she would react by saying, “You learned the Heavenly Demonic Art? So what’s that?” So he made a move based on a highly calculated plan.

However, Yeonjin, who does not know the inside story, just mutters with a trembling face.

Suddenly, he became the material for concluding a negotiation, and there was a conversation about who he should learn martial arts from.

It wasn’t a bad feeling, but it was a part that gave me a mysterious feeling in many ways.

“Now that you have entered the world of the first sex and have learned the basics, I will hold you and teach you for the time being. Ddaengjung-ah, your turn will come next.”

“Do that.”

Cheongyeon nodded, but Yu Yehyang didn’t feel too good about concluding the negotiation.

“Tsk.”

Yu Ye-hyang clicked her tongue slightly and glared at Cheong-yeon with fierce eyes for a moment, then quickly changed her attitude and spoke with a gentle voice and soft eyes.

“Jin-ah, then let’s go.”

“Look at me, look at my eyes opening up.”

Only Cheongyeon, who received sharp gazes, pointed with a finger with an aggrieved expression, but unfortunately, in this place where the three were gathered, there was no one who would take Cheongyeon’s side.

Green is the same color, crayfish is crab.

As for Yeonjin, there was no reason to ignore Yu Yehyang and take Cheongyeon’s side, so she naturally took Yu Yehyang’s extended hand and left.

After Yu Ye-hyang grabbed Yeon-jin’s hand and left, expressing with her whole body that she didn’t want to be here anymore, Cheong-yeon, who was left behind, muttered.

“It’s the Heavenly Demonic Art… … .”

A new and secret teaching of the highest order, only permitted to the cult leader and his immediate sub-cult leaders.

And Yeonjin, who was initiated into the new religion by the small cult leader.

“Are you saying that you are paying for your face? Who would have thought that the leader of the small group would be so obsessed with it?”

Cheongyeon’s impression was all that was left. How good must it be for her to offer it up, even up to the roots of the pillars, as if she were throwing away all the household goods?

She was also very interested in their love story, but if she were to openly flirt with it, she would have to experience the wrath of the cult leader once again.

Since it was a specification, Cheongyeon decided to observe the two quietly without letting anyone know.

* * *

The place I was led by my sister’s hand was the basement.

Indeed, the devil’s cult’s branch. Who would have thought that they would build a sign above ground and dig such a huge passage underground!

It was a space so well hidden that I could let out such admiration without even realizing it.

And as we went further, a large cavity appeared.

Today’s destination was a tunnel that would have been difficult if they had dug such a large space underground, and that the North Koreans could learn from.

“This would be perfect.”

“Is this the Heavenly Demonic Art?”

“That’s right.”

As soon as my sister finished speaking, I awoke to a fist-sized energy that had settled in my danjeon.

Cheonmasingong is a type of internal qigong that has the nature of a hegemon who dominates with overwhelming power.

I still haven’t realized the meaning of the verse that borrows the birth verse of Shakyamuni, “The only one in heaven and earth, the three realms of creation, Adang Anji.”

That is why the energy that had settled in the dantian was wild and violent, like the shape of the Chinese character for defeat.

Even with the current achievements, it feels like it is not easy to control.

but.

“Don’t think too hastily.”

While I was concentrating on the energy that had settled in my danjeon, a hand suddenly reached my shoulder.

When I raised my head, my sister was smiling faintly.

“Believe in your talent and your intelligence. If you are Jin-ah, you will be able to fully understand its meaning.”

I was dumbfounded for a moment.

I was confident that I could read the mood. I had been living off the food I had been eating for over ten years.

But there was something strangely firm and certain about my sister’s expression.

I can understand if I was looking into the future through regression, but what on earth would my future self have looked like?

An expression that suddenly makes you think like that.

“… … Sister, why on earth do you trust me so much?”

Maybe that’s why.

The words that were spoken were half impulsive.

How can you know what will happen in the future unless you are a regressor?

On the first day, I was convinced that the story told by the unidentified messenger was about my sister. But that regressor was giving me unwavering faith.

When I come into contact with it, the fact that I am not a regressor and that I do not know the future cannot be more frustrating.

A kind of frustration you can’t understand unless you’ve experienced it.

“You’re talking nonsense.”

The hand that had initially rested on his shoulder rose and rested on his head.

It was a gentle voice that I had rarely heard in my second life, if not for the past six months.

“If the main woman doesn’t believe in Jin-ah, who will?”

“Ah.”

An answer came back that made my nose wrinkle for no reason.

It wasn’t the kind of answer that made tears well up in my eyes or anything, but it was the kind that made my nose tingle for no reason.

Pure faith or goodwill, without any conditions or expectations of reward.

It was the kind that I had forgotten about for a long time. The kind that makes you feel good when you receive it, but also makes you feel awkward or embarrassed for no reason.

For a moment, I pause at the unfamiliar and strange sensation.

I was conscious of trying to sound as normal as possible and answered as calmly as possible.

“Then I must repay that trust. I will try my best.”

“That’s enough.”

To the indifferent answer, the sister also laughed and answered indifferently.

And that was the end of the conversation.

Cheonma Shingong is only an introductory level. And if you don’t even understand the essence of the martial art and the meaning of the core rules, the story won’t progress any further.

It means that even if you try to teach something, there is nothing to teach or learn.

Because enlightenment isn’t something that others can do for you.

In that case, I had to figure out on my own. The meaning of the knot. What did the first Heavenly Horse want to say with the knot that followed the birth verse of the Buddha?

Close your eyes, feel the energy swirling inside you, and concentrate your mind.

For a long time, I searched for the truth and immersed my consciousness deep within myself.

As if sinking into an ocean so deep that not a single ray of light could penetrate, the surroundings quickly became dark as I sank into consciousness.

Into the deep darkness.

It sank, and continued to sink.

The final destination of the drifting consciousness is an endlessly deep darkness.

That was it.